Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.